medium-slow-moving things.

things seem to move medium-slow in real life

eggshells, seashells, glass, and fishhooks are not fun to step on

when did i 'lose my shit'

fast-moving things seem four-to-eight times faster than reality

what was the writing process for 'through the looking glass and what alice found there'

what was the appeal for that

feeling objectively nauseous

unsure if 'fucking my hand' is an option or not an option right now

unsure what kind of movement is happening

moving towards west africa while west africa moves towards india, i think

all of my ancestors lost their virginity

going to edit this poem, i think

edited this poem 'extensively' over the course of eleven hours

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